Too much has been said about the end of time
A million pointed fingers including mine
But when the dusk falls to begin the august winter
We all will have written a verse to the final gospel
So throw up your hands and sing praise to your lord
For the ability to see and yet not see what we cannot ignore
Now I feel there's no hope
Just a clock that's moving backwards
Ticking away our chances moving ever faster
I think we are already dead no matter what has been said
Hell is now and now is hell
And we will pay for all we did
Someone somewhere is laughing so hard
At how easily things can be taken so very far
And still we feed the fire of the coming storm
And it's human extermination taking form
From deep inside my bones I feel anticipation burning
And when I put my ear to the floor I hear revolution coming
And yet I'm ashamed at the simplicity of humanity
And of it's mentality and how easily this society can be shaped and molded into formless and mindless clay